Could she

small and broken

a girl

silently screaming

in the dark,

afraid

brave on the outside

tears on the inside

empty eyes,

too frightened to emerge

would they see her

who would they see

would they notice the raised skin

the dark purple scars,

could she hide them

could she close up the wounds

and move into the light,

could she find a voice

not loud, but there

something to be heard,

could she carry herself into the open

could she blink in the sunlight,

She could.

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